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The new day does not promise anything special and Jamien alone resting after a night of romance with one of the princesses lay lazy in bed.

After many years in cold space on an ark ship, he really liked his new life among the luxury of a harem with gorgeous winged women who knew how to have fun without any restrictions or obligations.

 It's a dream to find yourself in such sweet captivity while significantly rejuvenating your age, but today an unexpected and dangerous guest came to him without any warning.

"I am Duke Liorif," a white-winged, slender syrinx introduced himself, sparkling with bright citrine eyes, entered his room.

Dressed in a long dark robe with high slits on the sides, he looked around in a businesslike manner.

"How did you get into our tower?" The frightened Jamien was indignant, jumping up in bed. "No one is allowed to visit us without a special invitation, especially vampire!"

His eyes darted helplessly, meticulously examining the impeccable appearance of the intruder, who smiled enigmatically, not taking his eyes off him.

"Don't worry so much! I want to befriend you."

The syrinx sat down relaxed in the chair opposite, shaking his bare foot, and Jamien constrictedly spoke out:

"I know about your friendship. You squeeze me to the point of fainting. I don't sleep with men, you got the wrong address."

Liorif laughed heartily and said in an insinuating voice: "And have you tried? Maybe you'll like it."

 "I'm not even going to. Why do I need it?" Jamien replied indignantly, wrapping himself more tightly in the bedspread, appreciating with horror the sharpness of the long white claws on the vampire graceful hands.

"Do you dream of gaining magical power as soon as possible, as your friend Denris? I can give you it in exchange for your mana. It's very nice and not at all in the way you imagine."

"I can't imagine it at all, especially with you. You are a hefty winged man with fangs and claws... and me... I love tender women."

"I can be gentle with you. What difference does it make how much bigger I am than you? And what if I'm a man? You don't like my looks?"

"I'm straight and it doesn't matter how you look. You're handsome, but I'm not into guys."

Liorif smiled contentedly and whispered:

"Ow! So I still have a chance, since you find me attractive." Jamien shook his head in annoyance and replied:

"One thing is clear to me: you have your own special attitude, we are from different planets and I look at things familiar to you in a different way."

 "I offer you an exchange of energies, I don't know what you are afraid of? Try it, you have gained immortality and you will not die from it. It is not painful and pleasant."

Jamien frowned and fell into a stupor. He was never made such a strange offer, although his friend Denris warned that one day he would be approached with a similar request.

A blond man with a sly smile sat quietly and waited for his answer.

"You're not deceiving me?" Jamien squinted. "What kind of magic will I have and how soon?"

"Tomorrow you will start creating if you agree to have the merger with me now. I promise!

"What do you mean by "merger"? Will you only kiss me?"

Liorif derisively nodded his head showing his sharp teeth.

"Try it and you will realize that you are refusing in vain."

"Why did I get your attention? I'm not handsome and fresh as you."

Vampire laughed ironically and replied:

"I appreciate your stuffing, so to speak... and not only you, ex humans attract me. Agree, and you will catch new sensations. Don't be afraid of my size, I won't hurt you or crush you. I will be gentle and delicate."

"Okay, but I don't know anything about how to do all this, so everything is under your leadership," Jamien agreed reluctantly.

Vampire started up and immediately jumped up to him. Jamien recoiled back, not expecting such a quickness.

"You'll like it!" Liorif with a predatory sparkling eyes immediately pulled him and dug into his lips.

Jamien closed his eyes, tensing in horror that he was being kissed by a giant man, but then he caught himself thinking that he was receiving breathtaking pleasure from the long tongue penetrating into his mouth and elastically tightening lips. The giant smelled of fresh mint and, despite the feeling that the vampire almost is eating him like a cupcake... it was not revulsion, and when thin long fingers gently slipped over his face and body, he noticed that he was not disgusted and he surrendered to previously unknown feelings, not daring to touch the vampire who was obviously infatuated, judging by his indiscreet moans, draining the mana from his partner's chest.

Liorif seized his palms and clung tightly to him, wrapping her legs and wings around him. Jamien was allowed to catch his breath a little and the insatiable lips dug into him again.

 The bliss that enveloped his mind spilled out, he decided to take a look at what was happening, seeing himself floating in a semi-dark space, pierced by lights, along with the syrinx with shining eyes, looking at him point- blank. Unusual feelings overwhelmed Jamien so much that he himself rushed to kiss Liorif, who in response generously shared his magic that penetrated his body, after which consciousness left him.

He woke up in the arms of a vampire, slyly watching him.

"How does it feel, sweetie?"

Jamien realized that they were both lying naked under a light blanket and was alarmed, throwing off someone's hands.

"What's happened?" Liorif drawled mockingly.

"More recently, you were drowning in my caress. Admit that you felt good with me."

"What else did we do besides kissing?" Jamien asked suspiciously, carefully weighing his bodily sensations, and jumped up looking for his clothes.

"Nothing, my gentle, just hugs," Liorif chuckled softly.

"But you undressed me and you are naked! God, what size are you?"

"You threw everything off yourself when you got excited, and I supported your desire."

 "I can't recall what happened!" Jamien muttered angrily.

"But I remember how you were not against my love and purred with pleasure, responding to my passion."

"Go away," Jamien mumbled in fright, clutching the blanket to himself.

Liorif slowly got up from the bed, dressed on his robe and said:

"Why are you so embarrassed? Nothing to be ashamed of! Everything was wonderful! Tomorrow you will see the results of our merger. I will come again over ten days."

Jamien was seized by conflicting feelings: due to stupid envy of his friend, former pilot of starship Denris, who in a short time gained the magical power of materialization in contact with the Queen Bee of syrinxes, but he had to lie down under a giant vampire.

He began to examine the tips of his fingers, although the appearance of magic was promised only on next day.

"What an idiot am I?" Jamien scolded himself. "Now I'm not straight anymore! And these winged ones would look for a date with me! And the prince Denris remains straight, using only the favour of the Queen. So pathetic..."